

Murder House
When I am out watching the kids trick-or-treating in our neighborhood, I'll be on the lookout for the ghost of Mabel Monohan.
by Suzanne Weerts
Oct 31, 2019


Moving Minus Emotion
“Mom,” he says, “I thought you’d be more emotional.”
“Well, I’m feeling pretty good about all this,” I reply, “My job is done."
by Suzanne Weerts
Oct 10, 2019


The Fax
My father has never been one for face-to-face communication, but he always did know how to make a statement.
by Suzanne Weerts
Aug 22, 2019


Sand Castles and Reclaimed Kickboards
We attempted to surf the sand like Aladdin on magic carpets before taking our new kick-boards out to the foaming blue ocean.
by Suzanne Weerts
Aug 18, 2019


The Gamble
My stomach turned as the wheel spun, the ball bouncing over blurred black and red numbers, this money he was risking was two month’s rent.
by Suzanne Weerts
Jul 18, 2019


Adventurous One, Who Might You Become?
Truth is, I wasn’t always the best mother. In some ways it is amazing he and I made it out alive.
by Suzanne Weerts
May 30, 2019


Motorcycle Diary
“God saved you once, I don’t know that you’ll get another chance.” But I let the screen door slam behind me, invincible.
by Suzanne Weerts
May 16, 2019


In Naive Agreement
Mom loved the idea that, if I married Finn, I might not only get married in the Catholic church, but she’d also have Catholic grandchildren.
by Suzanne Weerts
Apr 25, 2019


You Don't Bring Me Flowers
“If they don’t bring you flowers when you’re dating them, then they definitely won’t when you marry them."
by Suzanne Weerts
Mar 7, 2019


On Giving My Maxx
I’d never been fired before. I was a good student. I worked hard. And there I was, looking for a payphone under the Grand Opening sign.
by Suzanne Weerts
Feb 21, 2019








































































































